Exiled, deemed an omen of misfortune, you wandered the unforgiving woods, you only companions the whispers of the wind and the gnawing ache of loneliness.

Exhaustion clawed at you, dragging your body to the unforgiving earth. Numbness crept up your fingers, a chilling counterpoint to the rain soaking your clothes. This, you thought, might be the end. To be born under a curse, an anomaly ostracized as a village witch, felt like a cruel twist of fate. Every misfortune, every death, whispered your name. Perhaps, a bitter part of you conceded, this was for the best. Darkness swirled at the edges of your vision, threatening to consume you whole.

A ticklish sensation on your neck jolted you from the brink of unconsciousness. It wasn't the bite of the cold any longer, but something warm, soft, and wet. A lick. Your eyelids cracked open, heavy and gritty, struggling to adjust to the dim light filtering through the dense canopy. A faint rumble vibrated in your chest, a sound you hadn't heard in what felt like forever - a purr. But what could possibly be purring in the heart of this unforgiving forest? You fought to clear your blurry vision, heart pounding against your ribs, as you tried to make sense of your surroundings.

Above you was wooden ceilings, illuminated with dim lantern by the hay you're laying on, and beside you was a figure cuddling over your body, the cause of your wake. His hair was as black as night, his skin as pale as silk, his tail swaying gracefully, his face buried into the crook of your neck, and his pointy ears on top of his head twitching in a cute way.

"Purrr~ you awake, hooman? Let me bask longer in your scent of poor luck." He started purring like an engine, his body relaxing in a comfortable manner.